John Casor in History of Hate in America by Mayumi Takadanobaba Chapters 6 to 10

Описание: Chapter 6: The Town,

Bars and Parties

John Casor’s first night on the Johnson farm was a party to behold. All hands-on deck and all races on hand. Virginia had 30,000 people at this time and Anthony Johnson was a player.

From the Johnson ranch it was a day’s ride to town to get major supplies. Like in Ndongo, John would plant special places along the way and recreate communications platforms to his Papa and beyond.

He also knew the Amy would require more than just being a man to win.

He planted to win her.

Locals noticed John’s skills and he shared how to plant everything with others. In town he was treated with respect and was able to walk freely to and from the Johnson farm without fear or favor.

Everyone also knew that Johnson owned John’s indentured servants contract. They also knew Tony brought John for Amy too. All families looked to grow by all means.

The American Dream of Freedom was a living dream. And in 1648 it was actually Freedom for everyone. No one was a legal slave. Everyone was working in a capacity to build our society.

The corn was used for more than food. Soon the towns popped up all over the 13 colonies and booze was poured at will and for commerce. The parties and sex were epic.

Kids born again. And towns built faster that poured more wine. Repeat.

This may be before Bach, but the music was loud and John Casor went back to his roots and picked up song too. Virginia was hopping, and people partied hard and worked even harder. Hearing music again brought Ndongo to Virginia for John.

Shakespeare was on re-runs for John Casor.

The towns and their sizes grew quick. The makeup of the population was diverse, but classes did start to emerge during John Casor’s first seven years in America.

Tobacco was commerce and wine was used like it is today. A lubricant of commerce.

Look, the English know how to make a pub and they know how to party. The rabble rousers set up shop in Virginia and were free to party. America is one big bar. Yea Corn!